My Solitude

Look back and see,
those twinkling stars.
Go back and know,
they are just scars,
wrapped in pink paper
needles that sting hard.
You are ahead now
those scars still
catching up.
Bad times, were they
enough to lay the
floor you stand upon.
Oh, see, they are here
but standing six feet below.
They say, regret is stronger than solitude and that must be true
as their regret is oozing out of
their eyes and my solitude is sitting in my heart.